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something I’d love to do.” I let the cock go, resting my hand on the cool saddle, and looked down, smiling at the sight of steel stirrups. “Shall I climb on, Sir?” I asked, already lifting one foot then swinging myself up and over.
    I hovered over the tip of the cock, steadying myself with both hands on the saddle in front of it while I slipped my other foot in the second stirrup.
    “I take it you weren’t asking for my permission,” he said.
    “No.” I smiled at him. “And if you wouldn’t mind, Sir, I’d really like to begin now.”

Chapter Four
    “Be careful, pet. Take it slowly.”
    With my feet in the stirrups, I lowered a little so the head of the cock sat just inside me. Already I knew I’d misjudged its size—it stretched me, the burn not as sharp as it might be had I plunged straight down but enough that I had to bite my bottom lip.
    “That’s it,” Jaska said. “Put your hands through the loops and grip the rope like I said.”
    I reached up with one hand, my thigh and calf muscles protesting over my unnatural position. One loop surrounded my wrist now, and I turned my hand so it pointed to the ceiling then held the rope. I felt safer, more balanced, and did the same with my other hand. The ropes hung from a pulley and I looked at Jaska, asking him a silent question.
    “I wasn’t sure how long they needed to be or whether you’d enjoy being stretched in this way,” he said. “You’ve been stretched before but you were in a different position.”
    The ropes appealed. At the moment my arms were bent at the elbows and I didn’t think they’d be pulled much straighter once I’d fully taken the length of the black cock.
    “I think you’ll need to shorten them, Sir.”
    “As you wish.”
    He moved to a handle on the wall beside the door and turned it. Rope began coiling around a circular steel plate. My arms rose and at the point my muscles in my armpits tautened, I gasped.
    “That’s enough for now, Sir.”
    I sank down onto the cock, gritting my teeth as the burn increased, inhaling through my nostrils and closing my eyes. The cold saddle met with my backside, and I got myself properly seated, the end of the cock pushing into my cervix.
    “Ah, ah, ah…” I blew out a harsh breath.
    “Do you need to take time out, sub?”
    I panted through the discomfort. “No, Sir. Just a moment will do.”
    “Good girl. How do your arms feel?”
    “Bearable, thank you.” I opened my eyes to smile at him.
    “Let me know if you’d like them stretched some more.”
    I couldn’t handle more but nodded anyway. I had several sensations going on at once. My arms were sore but not as bad as they could be—I’d been on the rack in the club dungeon and had coped quite well. My cunt was spasming, and the pressure of the rubber pushing on the inner wall behind my clit seemed to make it throb harder, a pulse that melded with the swooshing rush of blood pumping through my veins. The rim of my cunt smoldered as it struggled to accommodate the width that so rudely filled me, the strip of skin between my front and rear entrances tight from the pressure. My nipples perked up as though the pain had drawn them into tighter peaks.
    Jaska looked at them. “Would you enjoy some clamps?”
    I thought only for a second before nodding. If I coped with different parts of my body receiving attention all at the same time, the first bite of a brand-new tawse wouldn’t be so shocking.
    He moved away to the wall behind me, where the toys dangled from their hooks. I twisted my head to try to see what he was doing but only caught a glimpse of the side of his face, a shoulder and one arm.
    “These clamps,” he said, “are different to the ones at the club. These have teeth.”
    I exhaled then breathed in deeply, holding the air in my lungs to get me through the current feelings tugging at my body. He came to stand beside the horse and held the clamps up. I stared at them as I released my breath. Similar in shape to